Wind

Posted by mokita on August 18, 2010, 7:02 pm
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Colorless and pure that gets through the open windows and sweeps the jardin with tireless grace. Which plays with your hair and sings old songs in you ear. That accompanies you at the end of the day en la tardecita when the sun goes down behind el mar and dyes the clouds with pink colors. Or when you go to the campo santo to bury your dead,walking on the beach carring flowers and your sorrow,sheding tears of farewells. Glorious when the palmas swing on cadensios rhythm and it doesn't know if is day or night and aliviates the heat motionless. Who steals the fire of the candels of la iglesia and scatters the smell of incense and flowers. That takes the music to the cerro and makes the dry almendro leafs fly in a playful swirl against they will. Caresess and shapes the sand of the beach and kiss's you on the face regardless of who you are with audacity without your permission. Coming from the ocean of unknown destinations a welcome visitor and instantly your are without holding it and it goes by like la vida. In a moment can turn in to a hurricane that tear las palmas up side down like a angry god,...and later calm like a parent that disciplines his son. Who can sell the sound of the birds,the glare of the sun,the blue sky,the feeling of the rain on your face,the thunder that shakes your soul,the air that you breathe,simple love and the peace in your heart?. Who can buy life it self?. mokita.

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